Chris and I went to La Belle Province this past weekend for a little roadtrip getaway and it was lovely. I love people-watching in Montreal. I think some of the coolest people in the world live there. Even cooler than New York, where many people that I see (the ones that are not obviously tourists) have an air of desperation; as though they have just arrived in the big city and are determined to make it no matter what. Not in Montreal. The residents have it together, effortlessly. They don’t seem to hate tourists, like New Yorkers, they just don’t care about you. They know how to enjoy their city in quiet ways: cycling on Bixi’s or their own vintage bikes, meeting with friends at restaurants, or relaxing in one of the many parks or city squares.
Visiting Montreal renews my desire to learn (re-learn?) French and change my personal style to something more feminine and urban. I always leave wanting to spend more time in cafes or in parks. And don’t get me started on those eye-catching buildings with the exterior stairways to the second and third floor apartments. Horrible for hauling up groceries in the winter, I’m sure, but spectacular otherwise.
I’m home now, and I realize how much I love my own city of Hamilton. Before I moved here, when I would visit other cities, I would fantasize about moving. But not anymore. Now, I just fantasize about tweaking my life here just a little to emulate the lifestyle of the locals that I observed while people-watching.
So, time to look into French lessons, dust off my bike, and shop for some cute summer dresses.